My husband was in a terrible accident that required six months of physical therapy. While I stood by him, cheering him on, he was making plans to leave me. For his physical therapist.

In the heart of Toronto, Alessia Morgan Blake lives quietly between duty and dreams. Her days smell of old paper and coffee in her little bookshop. Her nights belong to her dying father.....the only family she has left. Her world is fragile, yet full of love. A devoted boyfriend. A future that finally seems kind. But under the wrong sky, fate listens. One wish upon a falling star tears her from her world and hurls her into another....a realm where kingdoms rise on blood and oaths rot in silence. Here, the moon is colder, the air heavier, and the throne belongs to one man: King Alaric Draxen Vortigern The ruthless ruler of Valemorra.....the Land of the Fallen Oath. A monarch forged in chaos and cruelty. Feared by his enemies, worshipped by his people, hated by the gods themselves. When Alessia appears in his throne room, lost, trembling, wearing clothes no one in his world has ever seen, she becomes his fascination. His curse. His obsession. The king who never wanted a queen finds himself consumed by a girl from another world..... a girl whose defiance lights the fire he thought long dead. But his desire is not gentle. It's possession. And his love is not salvation. It's captivity. She was light. He was ruin. And fate decided they would meet. To Alaric, love is not a word....it's a weapon. And Alessia is the battlefield. To him, she is not a guest. Not a stranger. Not even a prisoner. She is his..... to break, to worship, to keep. And if time dares to take her back, he will destroy it itself. Trapped between two eras, Alessia must choose: the world she left behind or the one that refuses to let her go. Because once the King claims something... he never returns it. ____________________ Read Prologue for details description

"Don't open the door, Ruhi," Bianca warned me. "You'll let the monsters in." I should have listened. God, I should have listened. But my humanity was louder than my fear. And when the knocking came, I answered. I didn't just open the door to a stranger. I opened it to my own destruction. He didn't steal my heart. He stole my soul and the last piece of my sanity. And he wasn't the only one waiting in the dark. Pain blurred into silence. Tears blurred into surrender. In the end, it wasn't about love. It wasn't even about survival. It was about who could take more from me and how much of myself I was willing to lose before I stopped fighting. "You look beautiful when you bleed." He ran the blade down my hip. "Aarohi, my Ruhi. Isn't that what your name means? My beautiful soul. I will turn your soul so dark, you will forget what light feels like." He pressed it further, but I didn't hiss. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of pain. "How long will you hold on, Ruh? The prouder you are, the harder the fall will be." He grazed his teeth down to my hip bone, where the wound just opened, and he bit down hard so my hips bled more. That was what Acheron Delatore was. A soul sucking demon from the depths of hell and I was his lifeline.

He made me his ol' lady. I thought it was because he'd finally seen me as more than my brother's little sister. Until I heard him talking with his ex, I didn't realize he was with me out of guilt, that he'd promised to protect me. So I ran and didn't look back...until I had to go back to find him waiting for me.

I knew my best friend since childhood loved me. I knew it. And when I got back from my business trip, I was going to tell him how I felt, especially when he told me he had something exciting to tell me. But it wasn't that he loved me. He'd gotten married while I was on an overseas business trip to my worst enemy.

WARNING‼️This book contains abstruse topics such as Dark Love, Toxicity, Abuse, Violence etc if you are not comfortable with the above please feel free to swipe past this book. A man with a drive for blood gets lost in the eyes of a woman with a simple life. Their foreign but not so different worlds come clashing together when he claims her as his. He just can't seem to stay away or get her out of his mind. He couldn't say it was driving him insane because he already lacked in that department. He didn't care what it would take, he wanted her and he would have her.

"I'm not a man of many words... солнышко," he said softly, the Russian endearment curling off his tongue like smoke-sweet, but choking. "Come closer." She hesitated, her body trembling, tears spilling soundlessly down her cheeks. He watched her, the way fear made her small, fragile-beautiful in a broken way. She rose, slow as a confession, and walked to him because something in his smile promised shelter and tasted like a lie. He leaned in, close enough to feel his breath, and I saw the patient cruelty behind his eyes. "Now," he murmured, his voice turning colder, heavier, "tell me... what did you do to make me want to cut your leg?" The room went still, except for her quiet gasps. He tilted his head, studying her face as if searching for the moment she would break. ............................................................... Linda finally gets her big break - a visa sponsorship job at the Lincoln Foundation. She's placed with the Adams family, a kind couple who welcome her with open arms and treat her like the daughter they never had. Their home is beautiful, their hearts warm, and for the first time, Linda feels a sense of belonging. But everything changes the night of a business party hosted by Mr. Adams. There, she meets Arseny - and from that moment, her dream life slowly turns into a haunting nightmare.

Sequel to Shattered --------------------------- A dark, psychological romance.